Before The World Soils Her…

Snow baptises the winter baby, the chalky-white of her gown; an inanimte duplicate of a colourless, unpigmented heart    


Tears imprinted on my heart A piece of art done with professional hands And while anon paints away I’m told to keep smiling “Don’t move” “I don’t want to make a mistake” Silly Doesn’t this artist know I’m already made of clay?

Misunderstood Happiness

Blown away like leaves with comical faces sketched on them By words that made me cry Tears of joy I swam in for fun//  such unknown happiness Made people say a little prayer for me Forever and ever